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Daniel Smith had finally had enough. His roommate Paulina had crossed the line one too many times.

It wasn’t just the practical jokes: the salt in the sugar shaker, the Icy-hot in his boxers, the Ben-gay in his body wash, and even the hemorrhoid cream that she’d replaced his toothpaste with. And it wasn’t just how she stole his food from the fridge and wore his clothes when hers were dirty and borrowed his car without asking. It was all of these things, taken as a whole, that had Daniel right on the edge of losing it. But still, he’d not lashed out at her. After all, Paulina was hot as shit, and since Daniel was a red-blooded twenty-five year old male, that bought her a lot of leeway.

But then she did something to put him over the edge. And for that, she had to be punished.




It was the end of October and the bills were almost past due. Not just the rent, but utilities also. And so far, every time Daniel had approached Paulina about it, she’d blown him off. So when he sat on the chair opposite the couch, which Paulina was lying on while talking on her phone, Daniel was already close to his boiling point.

“We need to talk about the bills,” Daniel said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Paulina replied, waving him off. “Later. I’m on the phone.”

Daniel took a deep breath to keep his anger down while Paulina went back to her phone call, chatting about the party she’d been to the night before and how wasted she’d gotten and how she ended up waking up the next morning in some random dude’s house.

Daniel had heard similar stories from her before, and knew that Paulina was quite the slut, even though they’d never screwed around together. And to be honest, this bothered him a little bit, that she’d fuck random guys on a regular basis but not him. But that was an issue for another day. Right now it was about money. And not only that, but respect.

“Paulina,” Daniel said, more forcefully this time. “We need to talk about the bills. It’s important.”

“It can wait,” Paulina said, talking to him without even looking at him. “I’m busy.” And with that, she went back to yapping away as though he wasn’t even there.

Daniel took another deep breath and held it inside for a few seconds before breathing out.  He didn’t want to lose his temper, but he was certainly on the verge of doing so. Another dismissal or two and it would be all over.

“Can you call your friend back?” Daniel asked, trying hard to maintain a pleasant voice. “This is a priority. If we don’t pay them today stuff is going to start getting turned off. The water, the electricity, the cable . . .”

This time, Paulina didn’t even offer him a response. She just huffed and puffed and said something into the phone that Daniel couldn’t quite make out but sounded rude, then climbed to her feet and made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Daniel was fuming. He kept telling himself not to lose it, but the rational side of his brain was losing the battle. So, after stewing on the chair for another fifteen seconds, he shook his head and muttered, “Fucking bitch,” under his breath and stormed towards Paulina’s room. He was still able to control himself enough to knock on her door, but when she didn’t respond, he opened it up.

Paulina was lying sideways on her bed.  Daniel told himself not to stare but he couldn’t help it. She was just so fucking hot. She glanced at him but immediately dismissed him and went back to her phone call.

“Hang up the phone,” Daniel said, speaking softly but forcefully.

Paulina didn’t respond.

“Hang up the fucking phone,” he said again, louder this time.

Paulina looked up at him with a little smile, as though she found his rapidly increasing anger comical. Which just made him more angry.

“Hang it up right fucking now or you’re going to wish you did,” Daniel said. He wasn’t yelling but he was speaking quite loudly.

Paulina’s expression altered slightly as if she realized she might have crossed the line.

“I fucking mean it,” Daniel said.

“Okay,” Paulina said to him. Then, into the phone, she said, “I have to go.” She ended the call and dropped the phone on her bed.

“Thank you,” Daniel said, still fuming but no longer raising his voice.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Paulina asked, giving him a nasty look. She was still lying on her side, showing him her sexy profile, undoubtedly on purpose. She always used her looks to gain an advantage.

“My problem?” Daniel said. “What the fuck is my problem?”

“Are you fucking deaf? That’s what I asked.”

“I don’t have a problem,” he replied. “You’re the one with the fucking problem.”

“How do you figure that?” Paulina asked.

A little smirk had wormed its way onto her face. Daniel wasn’t sure what it meant. Was she actually enjoying this confrontation? Had she deliberately pushed things in this direction for some demented reason? Or did she consider Daniel somehow beneath her, and this conversation a waste of her time? He had no idea. And it didn’t really matter right now. What mattered is that he made her understand that she couldn’t continue acting the way she had lately. So he started rattling off all the things that were pissing him off, his voice rising with every statement.

“You eat my food, you don’t clean up, you play cruel practical jokes on me,” he said, pausing for a moment before adding, “You don’t pay the fucking bills, you treat me like shit, you bring your friends over and trash the place.”

Daniel realized he was getting too wound up, so he took a moment to get control of himself. Paulina was still just staring at him with that same little smirk.

“Yeah, so what’s your point?” she finally said, sitting up and sliding her body until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down and her feet on the floor.

Daniel took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “My point is, you’re a complete and total bitch.”

“Yeah?” Paulina said. “And again, what’s your point?”

Daniel could feel his anger boiling now but tried hard to keep it in as much as possible. Talking slowly and flatly, he said, “I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

“Then move out,” Paulina said.

“It’s my fucking place!” Daniel said, his anger boiling over again.

“Well I’m sure as hell not moving out,” Paulina said.

“What if I kick you out?”

Paulina laughed. “Go ahead and try. Do  you know how hard it is to evict someone in the state of California? It takes months. And if you think things are bad now, just wait. I’ll make your life a living hell until I’m outta here.”

Daniel scoffed and shook his head. “Why are you making this so fucking difficult?”

“Well, I guess because I’m just a bitch like that,” Paulina said, her smirk in full-effect now. “So you’d better just learn to deal with it, you little pussy.”

“Pussy?” Daniel said, incredulous. He started moving towards her. “Did you just call me a pussy?”

“Are you deaf?” Paulina said, her smile growing wider as he came closer. It was as if this was what she was aiming for the whole time.

“No,” Daniel said, his voice still calm despite the rage boiling inside of him. “I just want to make sure that’s what you called me.”

“Yep,” Paulina said, defiant as ever, obviously enjoying herself. She was still perched on the edge of the bed but had straightened up so she was sitting taller. “That’s exactly what I called you. A pussy.” Then she started saying it, over and over, as Daniel grew ever closer to her. “Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy—”

She was still repeating the word as Daniel came within arm’s length of her. “Are you gonna stop now?” he asked, towering over her.

Paulina looked up at him and smiled but didn’t stop. Now, instead of just saying the word over and over, she was chanting it, as though she was cheering on a team. “Pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy—”

His rage burning ice cold by now, Daniel reached out and grabbed her by the throat. That shut Paulina up immediately. But she was still smiling. And her eyes were wide with excitement.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Daniel said, still grasping her throat but not really squeezing. “You’re just pushing my buttons to get a reaction out of me, aren’t you?”

Paulina bit down on her bottom lip and raised her eyebrow, not giving him the satisfaction of a clear answer even though it was pretty obvious that she did indeed want exactly what he was giving to her. The real question was, how far did she actually want him to go?

Daniel decided he didn’t want to find out. It just wasn’t worth it.

“You’re one sick little freak,” Daniel said, leaning in until he face was right in front of hers. Then he released her throat. “I’m not playing your demented mind games.”

“Pussy,” Paulina said.

Daniel’s rage flared. Without thinking, he reared back and smacked Paulina in the face.

He immediately felt horrible, but the feeling quickly passed when he saw Paulina’s expression. She was grinning widely and her eyes were dancing. Now, instead of feeling bad, Daniel felt a series of conflicting emotions. Disgust, rage, guilt, and (although he was ashamed to admit it to himself) more than small portion of excitement.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said.

This time Paulina nodded.

“Is this why you’re always acting like such a bitch? Hoping that I’d smack you around?”

“That was part of it.”

“And the other part?”

“I get off on it,” Paulina said.

“On what?” Daniel asked.

“On being a bitch,” she replied, smirking again. “The other part, the smacking around, is just a bonus.”

“But that’s not all that you want, is it?” Daniel said, still towering over her.

“No,” Paulina replied. She was looking up at him with eyes full of need. Her hand had drifted down to her waist and she was rubbing her pussy over her shorts.

“You want me to fuck you too, don’t you?” Daniel said.

“Not just fuck me,” Paulina said. “I want you to punish me. To pummel me. To destroy me.”

Daniel laughed and shook his head from side-to-side. As hot as Paulina was, and as often as he’d dreamt about fucking her, he wanted no part of this. No part at all. Backing away, he said, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Paulina said. “I knew you were too much of a pussy to give me what I need.”

“I’m not a pussy,” he said. “I’m just not a psycho.”

“You do realize that I’m just going to be worse now, right?” Paulina said. “The only way to get me to behave is to give me what I want.”

“Yeah, well that’s just not gonna happen,” Daniel said, turning to leave the room. He had just grasped the door handle when Paulina started up the chant again.

“Pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy,” she said.

Daniel dropped his hand and hung his head. He didn’t know why that chant bothered him so much, but it did. And there was no way he was going to let her get away with continuing to say it over and over and over.

Paulina could sense the shift in his mood and started chanting it louder and faster, even going so far as to start clapping her hands in time with the words. A hint of playfulness entered her voice as he turned and again started towards her, moving quickly now.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Daniel said, grinning maniacally now. He was annoyed and angry and excited all at the same time. Which is undoubtedly exactly what Paulina wanted.

“That’s the plan,” she said, no longer chanting. She  slipped her hand inside her pants and went to work on her pussy.

“Don’t expect me to take it easy on you,” Daniel said as he came to a stop directly in front of her.

“I don’t,” Paulina said. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him while he stood over her. Her mouth was again turned up in her patented smirk. “Do your worst. I can handle it.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

“Fucking try me,” she said, glaring at him with defiance.

“Don’t worry,” Daniel said, undoing his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. Despite his reluctance, his cock was already rock hard. Apparently his body didn’t harbor the same reservations that his mind did. “I will.”

Smiling, he pushed down on her shoulders.

Paulina knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. The back of her head was pressing up against the mattress of the bed. Daniel grabbed ahold of her hair and used it to hold her head in place against the bed.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement as she looked up at him.

Daniel stuck his cock inside Paulina’s mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip for now. He gradually slipped it further inside her until it was halfway in. Then he sped up his thrusts, causing her lips close around his cock.

Daniel immediately pulled his cock out of Paulina’s mouth and used it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asked.

Paulina shook her head. “No.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

Daniel stuck his cock back into her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds escaped from Paulina’s throat as he pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of his cock he gave her.

“Tongue out,” he said.

Paulina did as she was told; Daniel could see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumped her mouth. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but Daniel didn’t feel bad. She deserved exactly what she was getting. And not only that, but she had asked for it. So he was going to give it to her.

His cock was slippery as hell as he relentlessly slammed it in and back out of her throat, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, while still holding her head against the bed with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds grew louder with every thrust. A pool of saliva was pouring out of Paulina’s mouth and gathering on the carpet beneath her. He was thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her but knew he needed to move onto something else before it was too late.

Daniel slipped his cock out of Paulina’s mouth, giving himself a couple of seconds to relax, then slammed it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose was pushing against his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he had done every time up until this point, he held it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he said.

Paulina shifted her gaze upward as best she could while continuing to deepthroat him, looking up at Daniel with tear-stained, puppy-dog eyes.

“That’s right,” he said. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock down your throat. Fucking choke on it.”

And Paulina did, gagging and choking as Daniel held his cock there for another few seconds before pulling his cock from her mouth and backing off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Paulina coughed a couple of times before catching her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she smiling widely, obviously enjoying herself.

“You like this, don’t you?” Daniel asked.

“I fucking love it,” Paulina replied.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Always,” she replied.

Laughing, Daniel bent down, picked Paulina up, spun her around, and dropped her onto the bed, her back on the mattress, her feet towards the headboard and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the bed.

Once Paulina was in position, Daniel dropped to his knees so his cock was right in front of her face then slid his cock into her mouth. He pumped her face while she hung off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucked her face with everything he had, going balls-deep with every pump. He could see the bulge his cock made as it pushed the limits of her throat.

As he banged away at Paulina’s throat, one of her hands flew down to her pussy and she started rubbing her clit.

Not wanting to be outdone, Daniel grabbed ahold of her tits and squeezed them as he continued to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and pouring down her face as choking sounds escaped from between her lips.

But Paulina took it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least. So far she hadn’t been fazed by anything he’d done. It was time to change that.

Daniel pumped her face a couple more times and then held it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tried in vain to draw breath.

Paulina gagged once, then again, and she tried to squirm away but he didn’t let her, holding his cock deep in her throat. Her hands came up to his chest and tried to push him away but she didn’t have enough leverage.

“Five more seconds,” he said, trying to get her to relax. And she did. She was still gagging and her legs were bouncing up and down on the mattress but she was no longer actively fighting him.

He counted the seconds down.







But just to mess with her some more, Daniel kept his cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before finally pulling it out.

Paulina lifted her head up and gasped for breath.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said once she’d recovered enough to be able to talk. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Too much?” he asked.

“Hell no,” she replied, laughing. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Then let’s keep it going,” Daniel said.

Leaning over the bed, he grabbed ahold of her waist and pulled her body back until her head was lying atop the mattress, her face towards the ceiling. He climbed onto the bed and turned around so they were facing the same direction. Then he squatted over her face so his asshole was directly over her mouth.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Bring it on,” she said.

Smiling, Daniel squatted down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot up his spine as she moved her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

“Goddammit,” he said under his breath, shivering with delight.

Paulina grabbed ahold of his ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she stuck it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

Daniel got into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realized he was jerking himself off, mostly because he had nothing else to do with his hands. So he decided to fix that.

He stood up and spun around so he was facing her feet, then again dropped his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” Daniel said.

Paulina obliged.

He grabbed ahold of her tits for leverage and proceeded to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it was running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He was squeezing and slapping her tits and pinching her nipples as he moved, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he took advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moaned.

Paulina reached up and grabbed ahold of Daniel’s cock and started jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned. Between the work her tongue was doing on his asshole and what her hand was doing to his cock he nearly came right there. But he was able to hold it down and the feeling soon passed. He was once again good to go. At least for the moment.

Daniel leaned forward and pulled Paulina’s jean shorts and panties down until they were around her knees, then stuck three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and started aggressively banging her while his other hand still fondled her tit.

Paulina let out a muffled gasp of pleasure and went after his cock and asshole even more aggressively.

In return, Daniel started working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which prompted Paulina to turn up the heat even further too.

It was a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end was rapidly approaching. Daniel knew he had to mix things up quickly if he wanted to keep this session going on for a while. But he just couldn’t get himself to stop. He was having too much fun.

So he started going after Paulina harder than ever, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he had and slapping away at her tits with reckless abandon.

Paulina’s scream of pleasure was muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand was grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He was no more than a few seconds away when he forced himself to disengage. It took every ounce of his willpower to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face but he managed to pull it off. Barely.

As Paulina took a moment to recover, Daniel spun around on the bed once again, so he was facing her. He pulled her shorts and panties all the way off then nestled into position between her legs, his rock-hard cock mere inches from her soaking wet pussy.

Paulina stared at him greedily as he grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread his arms, opening her legs wide. He held her legs there, extended outward as far as they could go.

Paulina’s leg muscles were taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy was wide open, gaping, glistening.

“Bang yourself,” he said.

One of Paulina’s hands flew down to her pussy and she slipped two fingers inside her snatch and started going to town.

“Another finger,” Daniel said, still holding her legs wide. He was forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

She slid a third finger in and slammed away. Her pussy was making slurping sounds it was so wet.

“Another,” he said.

Paulina did as she was told. Her breath was rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans were coming from her throat. She was staring right at him.

 “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Daniel said. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

Daniel watched intently as she cleaned her fingers off. He was practically shivering with excitement. He needed to stick his cock in her. Now.

“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he said.

She extended her arms and grabbed her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he’d had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Daniel said. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what. Understand?”

Biting down on her bottom lip, she nodded.

Daniel grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against her pussy a couple of times and then slipped it inside her. It went in without a hint of resistance. Paulina’s pussy was wetter than any other pussy he’d ever seen.

He immediately started slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He was far too wound up for that. And she was far too wet. So he pounded the shit out of her, his cock going balls-deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.

But Paulina plugged on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles were quivering from the effort.

Her pussy was snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he had to slow down for fear of cumming too soon. It was fucking incredible.

Daniel continued pounding away, Paulina’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slammed into her, but still she held her legs tight.

Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Daniel started rubbing her clit with his fingers.

Paulina’s groans intensified and her legs started to buckle.

“Hold them there,” Daniel warned. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

She moaned and threw her legs back to where they were but her face revealed how difficult it was for her to hold them there.

Laughing under his breath, Daniel went back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

Paulina was practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tried desperately to keep them apart despite everything forcing them together.

Daniel was almost ready to let her relax, but first he wanted to mess with her some more. He stopped rubbing her clit but wrapped his hand around her throat. So now he was choking her while he was fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

Paulina’s mettle surprised him though; even as her face was turning red she still held on to her ankles, keeping her legs spread wide for a good fifteen seconds before folding them all at once.

Smiling, Daniel released his hold on her throat. He watched Paulina closely as she gasped for breath. His cock was still inside her but he was no longer moving against her. He needed a break just as much as she did. But his cock felt too good where it was for him to pull it out. So he just stayed in place with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

It was a good fifteen seconds later before Daniel was finally ready to get started again.

“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asked.

Paulina nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Beg for it,” Daniel said.

“Please fuck me,” she replied, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the nastiness of the words coming out of Paulina’s mouth, Daniel pulled his cock out of her pussy and grabbed the back of her legs and pushed them towards her until her knees were alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her ass up off the mattress.

He climbed to his feet and bent over and once again slid his cock into Paulina’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

“Holy fuck,” she cried as he slammed his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

His balls were slapping up against her asshole as his hips grinded into hers at the bottom of every push.

“Pound me,” she said, staring right at him. Her voice was lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

Every word she uttered just increased his intensity. It wasn’t long before he was fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

By now Paulina’s mouth was open and her words had turned into inarticulate cries. Her head was shaking from side to side and her eyes were wide and her body was quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

Daniel released one of her legs and shoved his fingers into her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucked her.

She sucked on his fingers while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave red marks.

He pulled his hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat.

Paulina’s pussy was more inviting than it had been all night; it was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to engulf his cock. Daniel felt like he could fit his whole body into her. And the feeling got him wound up to a point he’d never before experienced. He completely let go of all his inhibitions and totally opened up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’d never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

Paulina’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and Daniel suddenly realized he was choking her with the same intensity as he’d been fucking her.

He quickly let go of her throat.

Paulina gasped for breath and made animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

They stared at each other while they moved against each other, their eyes locked as though they were the only two things in the world.

And then, just like, Daniel was ready to cum.

He scrambled up towards Paulina, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and stuck his cock in her mouth. He pumped her mouth a couple of times and then pulled it out and jerked himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

It was by far the biggest load he’d ever shot, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Paulina swallowed down what had made it into her mouth and used her finger to clean off the rest of her face and stuck the remainder of his cum in her mouth and swallowed that too.

Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Daniel fell down onto the couch beside her.

“Wow,” Paulina said. “That was pretty fucking intense.”

“Tell me about it,” Daniel said.

“I didn’t know you had that in you,” she said.

“Neither did I,” he replied.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Paulina continued. “I was expecting to get punished after how I treated you, but damn, that was almost more than I bargained for.”

“Yeah, you had me pretty riled up, I must admit.”

“In more ways than one,” she said, laughing.

“So now that this is out of the way, are you going to start being a better roommate?” Daniel asked.

“Hell no,” Paulina said. “If that’s what you give me when I’m a bitch, then I’m going to have to be a bitch more often.”

“Shit, now that I know what you like, I can do that too you without even being mad.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Paulina eyed him for a moment, then said, “Well, maybe we’ll give it a shot. But if I don’t think you’re giving it to me hard enough, then I’m going to go right back to being a bitch.”

“Then I’ll just have to make sure I give it to you hard enough,” Daniel said.

“Yes you will,” Paulina replied. “Yes you will indeed.”





It was almost 8PM on February 14th when there was a knock on Henry Smith’s door. He was on his couch, eating pizza and watching BOOGIE NIGHTS, just as he had every year for the last five years on Valentine’s Day.

He wasn’t expecting anyone; Henry rarely had visitors and they never came over unannounced. He just wasn’t that kind of kind guy and neither were any of his friends.

He wondered who it was. A neighbor, maybe, looking to borrow some eggs? Or someone with the wrong condo? Either way he wasn’t real interested in answering the door. He’d rather just stay here on the couch and pretend like he wasn’t home.

Then the knocking started again, more insistently this time, like the person on the other side of the door knew he was home. After another moment of hesitation Henry decided to be civil and see who was there. He paused the movie, climbed up off the couch and headed over to the door.

He opened it without bothering to look through the peephole, and standing there, much to his surprise (which he was careful to keep off his face) was Jenny Stevenson. She was dressed in a sleeveless white tee shirt that covered her legs nearly down to her knees. But not even the loose-fitting clothes could mask her rocking body; she could make painter’s overalls look good. And the lack of a bra didn’t hurt her cause either. Her long black hair was mussed and she was wearing very little makeup, both of which suited her just fine.

“Hey there,” she said.

“What’s up?” Henry said, playing it cool despite the butterflies in his stomach. They hadn’t done more than briefly exchange pleasantries since their crazy New Year’s Eve and he’d convinced himself that it had been just a one-night stand, never to be repeated again. Now he wasn’t so sure. But he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions and he certainly didn’t allow his hopes to get too high.

“Not much,” Jenny replied. “I was just hanging out by myself tonight and figured you would be too, you know, based on your aversion to holidays.”

“Well, you guessed right.”

“So . . . are you going to invite me in?”

“Sure,” he said. “Come on in.”

Henry held the door open and Jenny walked past him. He watched her as he closed the door, slightly saddened to see that her ass was covered up by the T-shirt. At least her shapely legs were a nice consolation prize. She sat down on the lounge chair and folded her legs beneath her, revealing nothing but panties beneath her T-shirt.

“You want something to drink?” he asked. “A beer? Some wine?”

“No thanks,” she said. “I want to see how things go when we’re sober.”

Before Henry had a chance to contemplate the meaning of this, Jenny had moved on.

 “Boogie Nights, huh?” she said, glancing towards the television. “Are you a P.T. Anderson fan?”


“Me too. You ever see There Will Be Blood?”

“Only ten times,” Henry said as he sat down on the couch across from her. “It’s one of my 2 favorite movies of all-time.”

“And the other one?”

“No Country For Old Men.”

“Ahh, the Coen Brothers. Good stuff, good stuff. I had no idea you had such good taste in movies. I should have known, though. You have good taste in everything.”

Henry laughed softly. “Like you’d know.”

“I know you have good taste in music,” Jenny said.

“How do you know that?”

“You were listening to The Mars Volta on New Year’s Eve.”

“You remember that?”

She tilted her head and flashed him a little smirk. “I remember everything about that night.”


“Everything,” she said, raising her eyebrows a couple of times.

Henry wasn’t sure what to make of this but he supposed it was a good thing. After all, if she had remembered everything and was coming back for more, that certainly couldn’t be bad.

“But, back to your tastes,” she said. “We’ve got movies and music out the way—two of the most important ones, the way I see it—but it doesn’t stop there. I can see you have good taste in pizza. Round Table is my favorite. You have good taste in beer. Blue Moon on New Years. And wine too; I can see Silver Oak in your kitchen. And you certainly have good taste in women.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Henry said, laughing softly. “I’ve had some pretty shitty relationships in the past.”

“I’m not talking about your past relationships. I’m talking about your present one.”

“With who?”

“Who do you think?” Jenny said.


“No, the other girl in your living room.”

“You call fucking two months ago and then not talking to each until right now a relationship?”

“According to the strict definition, yes,” Jenny said. “Of course, it’s not a traditional relationship, but I was led to believe you weren’t a traditional type of guy.”

“Fair enough,” Henry said. “So what kind of a relationship is it?”

“The best kind,” she replied. “One where neither party has any commitment to the other. One where there’s no emotions involved, no messiness, no stupid shit. One that entails getting together every once in a while and fucking our brains out in crazy, filthy, animalistic ways, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes high, depending on the day.”

Henry looked at her for a moment. He had to admit, it sounded like the perfect setup. He certainly didn’t have any desire to be in a “normal” relationship; he just didn’t think he’d ever find himself in one like Jenny was spelling out.

“And that’s the kind of relationship you’re looking for?” he asked.

“I’m sure as hell not looking for love,” Jenny said. “Are you?”

“Not at all.”

“Then what do you say? Do you think you can handle just having meaningless, casual, incredibly nasty sex with me on a semi-regular basis without any threat of a deep emotional connection?”

Henry pretended to think about it for a moment. “I think I could probably handle something like that.”

Smiling, Jenny climbed up off the chair and started towards him. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said, looking up at her as she stopped right in front of him.

“Good,” Jenny said. “Because I’m horny as hell.” She dropped to her knees and pushed his legs open and leaned in towards him and started undoing the button on his pants. Looking up at him with mock-innocence from down between his legs, she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Henry said, lifting his butt up off the couch so she could slip the pants off his legs. His dick was already starting to get hard. It wasn’t quite standing at attention yet but it was getting there.

“Now that’s the Henry Stevenson I remember from New Year’s Eve,” Jenny said, taking Henry’s cock in her hand and stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you still remember what to do with it?”

“Oh, I think I can figure it out.”

Jenny laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “With something this beautiful, I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice.”

 She went back to work on his cock, mixing it up like a pro, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, playing with his balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit; Jenny obviously knew what she was doing down there.

After a couple minutes of blowing him, Jenny leaned back and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perfect, perky tits. She took his cock and pressed it up against her chest, between her breasts, and proceeding to bounce on it, the saliva leftover from her blow job acting as a lubricant. Not quite a titty-fuck but it had the same effect. She was totally into it, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her eyes locked directly on his.

Henry wasn’t sure if it was the look of pure intensity Jenny was giving him or simply the physical sensation of what she was doing to him, but it was getting him way too excited for his own good. He needed to find a way to give himself a little break.

He grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted her head up off his cock, leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers. She enthusiastically kissed him back, and soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.

Henry grabbed ahold of Jenny’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran his hand down her flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.

He marveled at how quickly Jenny’s panties soaked through. Ten seconds, maybe less, and they were completely drenched. It was becoming readily apparent to him that this girl truly was a freak. A sex machine. And for some reason she had chosen him to be her little playmate. He decided that he had to do everything in his power to make her happy. Pull out all the stops. Make sure he satisfied her enough to keep her coming back.

Henry grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch, facing him. He then dropped to his knees, slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and started eating her pussy. Jenny let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Henry started going at it more aggressively.

He grabbed her legs and threw them back towards her, lifting her hips up a bit to give himself a little more leverage. Jenny, experienced slut that she was, hooked her arms around the back of her knees, holding them in place up by her head.

Henry started off slowly, licking around the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her. After getting her nice and wet he started in on the pussy proper, lapping at her inner sweetness by running his tongue up and down the length of her snatch, penetrating it only slightly at first, then more deeply, flicking his tongue in and out, back and forth, licking and sucking and burying his face inside her, constantly moving, mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

Every once in a while he’d venture a glance up the length of her perfect body to see her face in various stages of enjoyment; sometimes eyes closed, sometimes head thrown back, sometimes squeezing or sucking her own nipples. One time he even noticed her right hand was around her throat and her face was red from choking herself.

Henry filed this little nugget away for later and went back to work, moving his tongue up to suck on her clit and sliding two fingers inside her pussy. He curled his fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside her until he found the rough, pebbly surface of her G-spot.

Jenny gasped and her eyes shot open. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across her face, and she appeared to briefly view Henry in a new light, but her face quickly turned into a mask of intense pleasure as the purely physical sensation overwhelmed her senses.

“Right there,” she said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

Henry went after her G-spot with enthusiasm, applying more and more pressure to it as he rubbed his fingers back and forth inside her as quickly as he could. His cock was still sticking straight up; it was just as hard as it had been while Jenny was sucking on it. Something about getting a girl off excited him just as much as a girl getting him off. It had always been that way for him.

Jenny’s pussy was gushing now and she was bucking back against his hand with her whole body, allowing him deeper penetration into her pussy. But the angle was starting to burn in his forearm, causing him to slow the pace just a bit.

“Don’t stop,” she growled at him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Smiling, Henry slid a third finger insider her, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from Jenny.

“You like that, huh?” he said, climbing up alongside her to release some of the pressure on his wrist and allowing him to go after her with even more force. “You like my fingers inside you?”

Jenny nodded. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed and her breath was growing ever more rapid as she rose towards orgasm.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Henry said, gently taunting her, relishing the power he had over her.

“I fucking love it,” Jenny said. She was barely able to get the words out she was so worked up.

His smile growing wider, Henry slammed his fingers into her a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then he gave her one final thrust of his fingers and held them there, deep inside her, filling up her pussy, pushing his fingers up against her as she squeezed her muscles against them.

Jenny’s body started to shake and a low moan escaped from her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against his fingers for just a moment before releasing a flood of juices that ran over his hand and started down his arm.

Henry immediately started to go back to work on her with his fingers but Jenny grabbed his arm and pulled it out of her. With her hand wrapped around his wrist, she brought his hand up to her face and stuck his fingers in her mouth. Her other hand ventured down to his cock and started slowly stroking it.

“Enough of the foreplay,” she said after licking his fingers clean of her juices. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

“Are you sure?” he said. “Because I can do this all night long.”

“Maybe some other time. Right now I need you inside of me.”

“If you insist,” Henry said. He threw her legs open and slid in between them. With his cock in hand, he guided it towards her snatch, pausing one last time to tease her for just a moment by slapping it against her pussy lips a couple of times before sticking it in.

Jenny’s pussy was still soaking wet from before, allowing Henry’s cock to slide in with ease despite its size. She let out a long breath as he entered her, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling his head down towards hers until their faces were mere inches apart. “I love having your cock inside me.”

They stayed like that for a little while, face-to-face, staring into each others eyes while Henry fucked her with long, slow strokes. Then they started to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, their tongues moving in each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t done so yet, in ways that fucking each other didn’t allow.

In many ways, kissing was more intimate than having sex, and for Henry it was just as exciting, if not more so. He’d often found that making out and moving slowly against his partner was the surest way to arriving at orgasm more quickly than he wanted to. He’d learned that in order to last longer, he needed to fuck faster, harder, more aggressively. If things continued in the direction they were going he wouldn’t have much time until he was going to explode. And he didn’t want that. Not yet.

So he pulled his mouth away from Jenny’s and leaned back and slid up onto his knees. He grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them up over his shoulders and started to pound away, his hips slamming down into her, his cock filling up her pussy, his balls slapping up against her asshole as he hammered away at her.

“Right there, right fucking there,” Jenny said, her voice higher-pitched than usual and trembling with pleasure. “Pound me with that big fucking cock. Pound me!”

Henry loved hearing Jenny talk dirty as he fucked her; loved it a little too much, in fact. Hearing her begging to get fucked was bringing him ever closer to orgasm, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid. But he wasn’t going to tell her to stop talking, no way in hell. So he decided he’d just have to get even more aggressive with her.

He yanked her legs down from around his shoulders and pushed them back and down towards her so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, essentially folding her in half. Holding Jenny’s legs in place, his body well above hers, Henry once again went to work, slamming into her with everything he had, his body working like a furious jackhammer, intent on only thing; fucking her into oblivion.

And it seemed to be working.

Jenny’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

Henry let go of one of her legs and went to work on her breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as he fucked her, getting Jenny even more excited. Her hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans  and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

Henry was totally into the moment, enjoying himself immensely, but still he wanted more. He wanted to push the envelope, see if he could take things are far as he thought he could, as far, indeed, as he thought Jenny wanted him to go. From what he’d seen of her so far, she would have no problem with anything he did, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And he got the distinct feeling that she was looking for him to push her.

He decided to test his theory.

Remembering Jenny’s hand around her own throat earlier, Henry released his hold on her breast and slid his right hand up her chest and towards her neck.

He gripped it softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

Henry was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. He squeezed a little harder. Her smile grew a little wider. This got him a little more excited, something he’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

Henry shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so he was lying sideways on the couch with Jenny alongside him, lying mostly on her back. Henry was partially on top of her, partially to her side. Jenny’s left leg was pressed up against her body, his arm hooked around the back of it, pushing her knee up against her left breast. His right hand was gripping a fistful of her hair and his left hand was wrapped around her throat, choking her while he was fucking her.

Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Jenny was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

Still fucking her with everything he had, Henry tightened his grasp on her throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Her face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

He choked her for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

Jenny gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once she’d regained her breath, she started bucking against him harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

She grabbed ahold of Henry’s hair and pulled his head down towards her. Then she craned her neck and stuck her tongue in his mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later she yanked his head back and relaxed her hold on his mouth. She pressed her forehead against his and stared directly into his eyes from mere centimeters away.

“Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

Smiling at her, taunting her again, he said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

“I love it,” Jenny said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

So Henry obliged, once again gripping her hair with one hand and her throat with the other. He hammered his cock into her pussy, tightening his grip on her throat with every thrust as she slammed her body back into his.

Just like before, he took Jenny right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting him with desire. Henry pulled his cock out of her to give himself a little break. No need for it to get too excited. He was having too much fun to end this session anytime soon.

“You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” he said.

“Not a little one,” Jenny replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

“Well then, Miss huge fucking slut. What else do you like?”

“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”


“Anything,” she said, moving her hand down to grab ahold of his throbbing cock. “The nastier the better.”

“Is that right?”

Jenny bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

Henry decided to see if she meant it.

He reared back and smacked her in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

Her eyes lit up even further.

“Oh, you like that too, huh?” he said, his smile growing bigger.

Jenny flashed an evil grin and nodded.

So Henry smacked her again, a little harder this time. Her grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

He smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at her rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack she moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as he slapped her. She seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

As usual, her excitement served to fuel his lust even more than fucking her had. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was so hard it was painful, threatening to burst from its skin. It was time to finish her off. Or, more accurately, himself. At least for the time being.

Henry grabbed a handful of Jenny’s hair and stood up, lifting her up with him. He spun her around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for him, beckoning, the perfect height for him to fuck her while standing.

He sidled up to her and slid his cock into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath he started slamming into her, long and deep and fast, his hands around her hips for balance.

Jenny got into it too, bouncing her ass back into his hips with every thrust, allowing him to penetrate her deeper than he would have been able to on his own.

“Oh my god,” she said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that, do you?” Henry said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“I love it,” she said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As it had all night, Jenny’s talking fueled Henry’s excitement ever further. He  reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up towards his while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. He wrapped one hand around her throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of her breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, he continued fucking her with everything he had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

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